Friday, May 20, 2005
I’ve reached the 21st century, and it is goooood …
So the cable guy got here at a little after 1-ish, and since a little after 2-ish, I've been zipping along at break-neck, broadband speed. Woo! It's freakin' fantastic! Of course, now I really ought to do the RAM upgrades I've been talking about doing for about six months, now, but Ima need to pay off this installation bill before I think about that. ($159 bones, y'all!) Still, broadband! And I can use Firefox along with my Thunderbird now, so take THAT, you spammers who try to slip code through Web sites! You won't have the Broad to kick around any more!
So yesterday was Mother's 70th birthday, and we went out to Red Lobster and came back here to watch The OC, but not before filling her birthday present with Dad's ashes. Dad's ashes, you say? Why, yes -- I bought her one of these and had his name engraved on it. It was funny, because as we opened the box -- as I think I've mentioned before, Dad hangs out with me on top of the entertainment center, because she just wasn't ready to keep him -- she was kinda perplexed that the ashes aren't black, like we (Catholics) get on Ash Wednesday. (Aww, look, I called myself a Catholic.) And I was like, "Well, on Ash Wednesday, they burn PALMS, not people, so that's the difference." I don't think she quite got it, but that was Ok, because she dug the gift. I may eventually get myself one, too, but I'd get a claddagh.
Speaking of death, Greta's beloved uncle died Thursday of esophageal cancer, and so she, her sister and I were talking about urn necklaces last night. Her sister thought it was an Ok idea, but Greta was a bit squicked out. On one hand, I guess I'm kinda squicked, too; I mean, Mother keeps talking about how she wants to spread some of his ashes on her parents' graves, and I'm all like, "Abolutely NOT. Like, what if you're leaving body parts that he might need in the afterlife?" But, you know, ashes to ashes and so on and so forth, so my objection probably has more to do with being his keeper, because my plan is to eventually go up to the Boundary Waters in Canada and release them there. It's where he wanted to be more than any place in this world.
In the meantime, Christina and I have chosen the artwork for the new skin, and it is de-LICIOUS! She loved it!
So yesterday was Mother's 70th birthday, and we went out to Red Lobster and came back here to watch The OC, but not before filling her birthday present with Dad's ashes. Dad's ashes, you say? Why, yes -- I bought her one of these and had his name engraved on it. It was funny, because as we opened the box -- as I think I've mentioned before, Dad hangs out with me on top of the entertainment center, because she just wasn't ready to keep him -- she was kinda perplexed that the ashes aren't black, like we (Catholics) get on Ash Wednesday. (Aww, look, I called myself a Catholic.) And I was like, "Well, on Ash Wednesday, they burn PALMS, not people, so that's the difference." I don't think she quite got it, but that was Ok, because she dug the gift. I may eventually get myself one, too, but I'd get a claddagh.
Speaking of death, Greta's beloved uncle died Thursday of esophageal cancer, and so she, her sister and I were talking about urn necklaces last night. Her sister thought it was an Ok idea, but Greta was a bit squicked out. On one hand, I guess I'm kinda squicked, too; I mean, Mother keeps talking about how she wants to spread some of his ashes on her parents' graves, and I'm all like, "Abolutely NOT. Like, what if you're leaving body parts that he might need in the afterlife?" But, you know, ashes to ashes and so on and so forth, so my objection probably has more to do with being his keeper, because my plan is to eventually go up to the Boundary Waters in Canada and release them there. It's where he wanted to be more than any place in this world.
In the meantime, Christina and I have chosen the artwork for the new skin, and it is de-LICIOUS! She loved it!
